Eunuch

we claimed him   at ten thousand and cut his
balls off, he told me,
we won at twelve five
we won at fourteen
we won at fifteen five
we wont at sixteen five
but lost him in a
claim.

him? I asked.

it, he said.

damn shame, I
said.

it’s a way to
win, he said, he was bad in the gate
before and
rank to
ride.

made any new claims?
I asked.

we’re looking around,
he answered.

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